Blue Valentine
Simple Indulgence
Somehow she didn’t want to confess to him that she was so weary of trusting those people who seemed to want to care about her so badly. He touched her cheek gently, carressing her. Her heart was beating so loudly, that surely he could hear it. He smoothes her hair back, the touch of his fingers sending waves of awareness through her. He was going to kiss her, and that was what she wanted, wasn’t it? So why did she feel as if she trembled on the edge of a precipice, ready to topple over in an instant?
Then his lips found hers, and she stopped thinking. Only feeling. Feeling the tenderness of his kiss, the strength of his arms around her, the steady beat of his heart under her hand, as she turned into his arms. There was a precipice, and she was falling — head over heels, falling in love with him.
How do you trust your feelings when they can just disappear like that, and transfer onto another?
